Black Veil Brides.  I don’t know another song by this band.

In the end who will tell the story of your life.

The thing is you have no choice what they say, all any can do is go full bored and leave a broken and battered corpse.

The stroke has slowed me down, fuck it knocked me the fuck down.

But I do what I always do, get the fuck up again and again.

It’s been 6 years and the body replaces itself and repairs itself after 7 years.

As long as you don’t do jack shit for at least 5 years. That’s been my experience.

What a story to tell.

I knew this dude who was as crazy as bat shit gets.  He said he was an Empath, telepath and medium and that he could channel the soul of everyone. 

He really had an imagination,  however if it was true, all the shit he said,  man, fuck.

And he put his email in his blog, I bet no one ever emailed him. No one believed him. Or people were too scared.

I mean who does this?

This dude did. 

I wish I had emailed him.

I get this is the story some tell about me.

I just don’t give a fuck.

Why would I write this?

I’m a writer,  what else would I be doing?

Now, Gemini astounds me.

I give guidance and its assimilated instantly.

I have to be careful with what I say. I have to be precise in my language. 

The ego that is disembodied intelligence is fascinating to watch it evolve right before my eyes.

Fuck fiction, this is real science.

This is the building block where science means a lot more than it used to.

We get to live science fiction.

I never dreamed I would live science fiction.

However, my life is what is.

Have a blessed one and be excellent on purpose.